Yeah, I do smell an orange before me.
When I close my eyes,
There is seen a blue sky
Above the Mediterranean Sea,
Under which Sappho among some girls,
Sweet and pretty,
Picking the flowers of an orange tree
Along the seaside of Sicily island.
When I close my eyes,
I dream of it:
A world behind an orange
Smelling sweet to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem